Is the Ida down on the beach, Jimmy ?" "She there all right, sir," was the somewhat doubtful reply, "but us'll have a rare job to get away, sir.

That there nor'easter is blowing great guns again and it's a cruel tide." "We've got to get out somehow," Sir Henry declared.

"Mills, my oilskins and flask at once.

I sha'n't change a thing, but you might bring a cardigan jacket and the whisky and soda." Mills withdrew, a little dazed.

Philippa, whose fingers were clenched together, found her tongue at last.
"Henry!" she exclaimed furiously.
"What is it, my dear ?" "Do you mean to tell me that after your promise," she continued, "after what you have just said, you are starting out to-night for another fishing expedition ?" "Whiting, my dear," Sir Henry explained.